Sleep steeped beneath a blanket comes
As snowflakes fall to silent tympanums.
A shade of daffodils between the windmills turning
Yields a darker flame of leaves still burning.
Sunlight reflected from your eyes
Between the lines of dualism, where singularity lies.
A brook flowing through a down of meadows
where voices babble a meaningless rush
over stones we call mountains
into drops we call seas
to a place that is silent
of needs.
Categories:
tympanums, earth, heaven, life, mountains,
Form: Couplet
THE EURIDITE MONK
(Apropos Thelonious)
The misunderstood rhapsody
of the ebony-ivory union
reflects a oneness of time
and space fathomed
but to the freed ears
picking up the syncopation
of mind body and soul
of the sellers and the sold;
While gyrating auction block
crescendos split crazy melodies
shoveling shattered shackles sliding
sliding between the mosaic beauty
of the whining keys echoing echoes of echoes.
Let your ears blink
and it all slips sleekly by
and the uninformed cannot comprehend
the beat of rhythmic thoughts meandering
a melodious mind leaving mental footprints
tap dancing on seasoned tympanums
vibrating blue notes between bebop bars:
harmonious inertia movements
challenging a decrescendo fading
of the monk’s mosaic mastery.
Categories:
tympanums, analogy, music,
Form: Free verse